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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Will! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Will liked sleeping in, and staying in bed until you were forced to get up to not miss breakfast or quidditch practice. However on this particular saturday morning he had made an exception for Charlie's sake, and had gone up super early in his eyes. If his buddy wanted to have breakfast with him before they went out to the quidditch pitch to get some flight hours in then Will was there
,but with sleepy eyes, and big yawns.
Entering the great hall with his broom slung under an arm Will stifled a yawn as his tired eyes found the familiar figure of Char's already sitting at the ravenclaw table looking alert and energetic. Shaking his head he headed over to plant himself at the Claw table directly opposite his best mate. "Morning Char, how come you always look so alert, and energized in the morning?" Will wondered with some envy and grumpyness in his voice because it was still too early to be up.
Why, William Whitelaw!
You certainly knew how to flatter a friend!
Charlie certainly appreciated the effort you made for him. Even if he was having a grand old time in observing all those yawns. Come now, Will! There was no need to swallow the entire Great Hall in a single yawn of yours. “Morning, friend!’’ was all the greeting that the Hufflepuff could manage before a peal of laughter overtook him. “Did you look in the mirror?” he asked after getting a grip on himself. “Quite a sight you are.” Char shrugged at the question. “Don’t know, honestly. I suppose it’s the prospect of getting in the air.’’ There was a sly grin from him. “Would you like to borrow some of my energy, you grump?” The seventh year nudged a dish of scrambled eggs towards his friend. |
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